After listening to Ruyi's urgent call, Aryan didn't waste a moment. He knew he had to act swiftly and decisively. Without hesitating, he headed towards the door, his mind racing with thoughts of the dangers that awaited him in the city.
Just as he was about to step out onto the street, his gaze fell upon a woman sitting on a worn wooden chair beside the door. She appeared weary and worn, her eyes filled with a hint of desperation.
"I am checking out," Aryan stated firmly, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky.
The woman's expression tightened, and she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You didn't pay for your stay!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anger.
Aryan furrowed his brow, trying to recall the details of his payment. "Didn't I already give you the two silvers you asked for?" he countered, his voice laced with frustration.
